Be born today. Allow yourself to be born. Birthing is difficult for the one being born, and the one holding the experience in compassionate care long enough for you to pass through. Fear not what is on the other side of being born so much that you stay in the tunnel, the in between of becoming. The butterfly is useless in the cocoon, or perhaps not useless – food for another being. That which does not become, goes swiftly to decay. The cycle must continue. It’s not that you have to know better, you just have to remember better. It’s not that time waits for no one, it’s that you are time, and you’ve forgotten the depth of the part you play in creating the beauty you have come to admire as something outside of yourself. Words can forever only touch, they can only hint, they can only point in the direction towards the images of the infinite. You are one with it all, one with the infinite, so the voice you hear in your head is also that, you should follow your own advice, the wise part of yourself that stands still in the middle of crumbling chaos. Stop silencing that, stop allowing that voice to get lost in the noise. There is no such thing as noise, every thing has purpose, what annoys you in regards to what you call noise, is that it takes you deeper away from hearing your own inner silent note (words fail me here, for if a note is silent can it be called such?). Make time for hearing it against all odds. But here we are again, you can not make time, you are it. Remember that you can hear the wisdom of your very own soul, remember that it has value, remember that no one can reveal that value to you but you. That is why you are here, to remember that value, and to sing it out into the world. I am not a writer. I am writing. Not as an action, as a state of being. I am writing, I am it. Who cares? What are you…
Contemplate your cosmic origin. The you before the body of human. All around is the evidence of return. Like an inhale and an exhale, our bodies are filled with life and are emptied. You are the life force, not the body. Like the trunk of a fallen tree that becomes the soil, so too will we disperse and give way to other expressions of life after our time here. Light is the soil of the soul, life is both an exploration of expansion and a return trip. Use your time here – in that beautiful specific incarnation that you are – well. It took billions of years to make you, and to leave within the fabric of your creation the freedom for you to be absolutely ridiculous. What do I mean? Well, ridiculous in the sense that sometimes you believe that your imperfections are greater than the infinite wisdom coded into – not only your soul as geometric manifestations of light – but also in the genetic codes of your body; the history of your people. Contemplate your cosmic origin, you are an exquisite being that chose to forget why you came here, so that you may feel the beauty of remembering. You wanted a break from the infinite wisdom of the soul, and a taste of new undiscovered experience. Have you had your fill of forgetting yet? I know I have! Stop judging what you see in the mirror, you are a miracle still in expansion, a miracle that not one of us can truly comprehend or put into words. Enter the doors of your hearts calling, and let gratitude carry you beyond the illusion of your limitations.
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Amen, Ashe, Aho, Namaste. 🙂